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1) It was a lucky idea to shoot the girl-saver: she is a slasher and didn’t even make difficulties, have a look at her kindling Sam: she’s just pulled guy out of water and is already blowing his job. Maxxx finished adjusting cams and called Coddy:
- So what, old boy, how are you doing?
- Everything’s OK, visitors are coming – I hope we’ll make PR86. And in general the idea of the live broadcast has been perfect: the folks like it. How is Sam?
- A royal, the bint’s hunky.
There was coming a quite groan and businesslike sniffing. Aha! they must have come to the back-door work yet. Maxxx looked at the display – God, what shame! It’s real bulshit, the day is so damned?! The girl-saver twisted Sam’s arms behind back, tied him with her bikini and set him in doggy-style position. In whole nobody minds active girls and sometimes you can play tying someone, but not if the girl has cock instead of vagina, and it’s even bigger than own. The girl-saver is sniffing so busily, fucking Sam in his ass.
- Coddy, this is the end. She is not a girl – she is shemale. What to do? She is raping Sam! Maybe, we’d call for cops?
- Yes, I’ll call cops right now… Stop! Maxxx, believe it or not, but the number of visits is rising – we’ve never had so many folks, it’s a record. They like it. They are writing in their comments: “I am calling all my friends, one gotta see it. It’s harsh!” Provide them with some close-up pictures so as to let them see great boobs and see the way banana moves in the back door,
- Our friend is being bonked now right into gee-gee, and you propose me to sit and shoot close-ups?! I’m gonna leave right now, slap this bitch on her face and take away Sam! And you pervert, stop broadcasting.
- We’ve made as much for this day as we did for all the past year. Do you still want to stop our “gold anal express”?
2) Oh God… OK, what do you wanna get for this picture?
- Mmmmmm, why not having some good gamaroosh? Suck it, slut.
- Yeah, Ivy, yeah… Go on. It’s even better than I imagined.
- Ivy, your eyes are so talking, especially when doing cock-sucking. Let’s unbind your hair.
- And now Ivy, I want you to get off your bloomers.
- No, no, you shouldn’t, Jack. I don’t think you’ll like it, let me go on the blow job.
- I took off “your cheaters”! A round-vestibule hussy.
- What a God’s scandal!
- I’ve warned you, piss-ant lusus!
- Hey, mummy! No! Don’t do it, let me go.
- Where are you, kiddy? The party’s only starting, we’ve just started making whoopee.
- Sorry I’ve plugged your mouth with my Alan Whiskers. Now I can strongly fuck your cherry ass, and you won’t be crying.
- Yes, boyscout, yes. I adore screwing green tight buns. But especially yours, Jack.
- Like this. Wow, I managed to get in your jumbo right up to your balls! You ready to get off your nuts together with me?
- Oh yes, Ivy, I am having a shoot!!!
- Yes, keedy, and me too… Ooooooh, what a good pissing.
- Before you go home, Jack, I wanna show you something.
3) As Max expected, the girl brought him to the inspection room. However, the girl preferred a much more smashing acquaintance instead of having a lovely chat about his name and place of origin. She locked the door from within, put on a glove and declared in workaday voice:
- Stand still facing the bar, draw down your trousers and underpants up to the knees.
- What for? … Perhaps we could just speak about something? – Max didn’t look forward to such rapid acquaintance development.
- You’ll have to answer some formal questions, but firstly I must conduct a supervision of your body cavities.
How often people contrive unusual and sophisticated names for absolutely simple and intelligible things. “A supervision of body cavities” sounds neutral but when the girl-officer thrusted her forefinger into Max’s Old Brown Windsor, he realized how deceitful the names can be.
4) I can safely say I learnt all the life zools when I ended up in the army. From that moment on, my life became a non-stop gay-seeking-fucking-hookying adventure that varied from mighty godlike indomitable peaks to tiny wizened cocks that had a long way to get over in my asshole and even still conquered by great and not so much present day “heroes” as I invite every other bugger to get his Mr. Johnson inside my fanny having had it greet and invite every faggy to push in for more than 30 last years. For this time, it’s become a lovely place for many of you, hasn’t it?
So the first guy having inserted his Mr. Happy into my bum was my intimate friend sergeant Williams. It was in the toilet cabin late at night when all our pardners had been seeing sweet dreams: I was sitting on the toilet bowl when he suddenly opened a cabin door and pinned to the wall. The next thing I remember is contemplating shit floating in the bowl water and having my duster boned with nutcase rapidity. It was like eating soup with 20 spoons per minute. The butt felt as if someone had put a shovel inside. But in general, colossal feelings. It lasted for 2 or 3 hours after what I was sinking in William’s cum for a whole hour. The second case of my being banged took place while doing ordinary drills in the gym. We had to jump over buck one after one for about 30 minutes. The entire process was controlled by our captain who treated all young soldiers with a jaundiced eye. He must have disliked sth about me at that time and ordered to visit him for explanatory chat in his private office after exercises. So after the training finished and I changed my sports-wearing for uniform, I straightly headed for his office. Surprisingly enough, he met me very calmly and respectfully. It took him about 15 minutes to clarify the reason of his having called me and then asked about my hobbies. I said that drawing was aone of them. But he without any shyness proposed me to draw a huge male cock. After I did, he asked to cut it off paper for him. After I did, he asked me to tell him about whatever I fancied I could do with it. And after I did, I can’t recollect what was afterwards actually… Probably, it was something like office table, naked muscular blue-coat with rendering-salute Little Willie (sorry, in his case it was Big Willie indeed), a huge gun as a dildo and my being boned in all God-holes!!! Honestly, I didn’t think his guy would make such a giant and it didn’t… It was a real monster. “Commander” turned me all around the table twisting, bonking, jumping, doing sit-ups and push-ups and all kind of stuff. Every my gee-gee was aching intolerably but I couldn’t and didn’t want to say anything. His banana was a real God-damn channel drilling every bit on its way. The only thing I remember was when I came to myself: I was very cold and absolutely alone in the room. The day has gone together with jollies and pain came instead. There was no captain as well. I was lying naked on the desk feeling like just-raped girl with lake of spaff on myself and sugary dreams about future.